(Continued From Yesterday.)
"I should understand it to b* the
charity which your pitiful heart ex
tends to one in my extremity. Tour
instinct was not at fault."
"It was! It was:’’
But he was not lo he driven out of
his conviction. He shook his head,
his countenance gloomy. "No man
who wan not evil could have done by
you what I have done, however deep
the provocation. I perceive it clearly
row—as men In their last hour per
ceive hidden things.”
"Oh, why are you so set on death?"
shs cried upon a despairing note.
"I am not," he answered with a
swift resumption of hts more habitual
manner. " 'T is death that is so set
on me. But at least I meet it with
out fear or regret. 1 face it as we
must all face the inevitable—the gifts
from the hands of destiny. And I
am heartened—gladdened almost—by
your sw»et forg I venose . "
She rose suddenly, and came to
him. She caught his arm, and stand
lng very close to him, looked up now
into his face.
"We have need to forgive each
other, you and I. Oliver,” she said.
"And since forgiveness effaces all, let
... let ell that has stood between us
these last five years be now effaced.”
He caught his breath as he looked
down upon her white, straining face.
"Is it impossible for us to go hack
five years? Is it impossible for us to
go back to where we^itood in those
old days at Godolphin Court?"
The. light that had suddenly been
kindled in his face faded slowly, leav
ing it gray' and drawn. His eyes giew
clouded with sorrow and despair.
"Who has erred must abide by liis
,rror_and so must the generations
that come after him. There is no go
ing back ever. The gates of the past
■re tight-barred against us."
"Then let us leave them so. Let us
turn our backs upon that past, you
and I, and let us set out afresh to
gether. and so make amends to each
other for what our folly has lost to
us In those years.”
He set his hands upon her shoul
ders, and held her so at arm’s length
from him considering her with very
tender eyes.
"Sweet lady:” he murmured, and
sighed heavily. "God! How happy
might we not have been but for that
evil chance . . He checked abrupt
ly. His hands fell from her shoul
ders to his sides, he half turned away,
brusque now in tone and manner. "I
grow maudlin. Tour sweet pity his
so softened me that I had almost
spoke of love; and what have I to do
with that? Love belongs to life: love
1* life; whilst I . . . Moriturus te
salutat!”
"Ah, no, no!” She was c^nging to
jtm again with shaking hands, her
eyes wild.
"It is too late," he answered her.
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By O. O. M'INTARE.
New York, June 14.—Broadway no
Ir-nger knows the ‘'angel." It used
to be the fashion for almost every
theatrical production to have an
•'angel”—a myetery figure in the
background with a h*fty bankroll.
Many of the stars of today owe
their fame to an angel. As this is
written there is not a show in town
thst has one. It costs too much to
back a show these days. The rich
man who wished to gratify the whim
of a show girl might take a flyer to
the tune of $15,000 or $20,000.
A girl and music fhow these days
costs $100,000 to produce. Some of
the best ones cost a baif million. So
the producer, instead of finding an
•'angel''—goes to the bank. It was
never much trouble in the old days to
find a sap ready to plunge $20,000
worth.
But tapping a sap to the tune of
*100,000 is something else again.
There are any number of ■'angels"
in the movies. They will take a slice
of the stock in exchange for a screen
role for a "girl friend.” One "anget"
hacked a film a year ago and his
$15,000 made him $200,000.
AA’ith this he tried to buck the game
alone and not only lost his earnings
but several hundred thousand besides.
The heaviest sugared angle in the
movies is a man who is reputed to
have spent more than two millions
trying to make a star.
Later he married her, and now the
report has it she is to give up her
career on the screen. All his millions
could not make her a favorite with
the public. Marriage, however, be
tween the "angel” and the particular
lady he is sponsoring is rare.
For »s a rule the "angel" has a
wife. That Is why he is so secretive
In his role of backer. Two "angels
built theaters for their stars and
named them for them.
Two New York novelists who
jumped into the movies for extra
kudos and shekels have left the lots
flat In eomplets disgust. They com
plained that their stories were pho
rographed only for the canaille,
while their job was to write subtitles
for the intelligentsia. As one ex
pressed it: "I found that photoplay
making doea not need accurate and
spirited talent It conaiais chiefly in
compounding idiocies"
It has always seemed to me the
unforgivable sin of motion picture
was the hsnallty of being afraid au
diences would not "get" s point or
scene that was not written right
down to th# ground. Those who make
up motion picture audience# are as
mentally alert as movie directors ni
producers. In fact, it is almost safe
to say their mentality assays higher
P. G. Wodehouse was turned down
by a London recruiting office during
the war for a minor defect of the
eyes. He came to America and be
gan writing plays and novels with
rare success. He was so besieged
he had his schedule weeks in advance.
He worked by the clock. During a
spring drive Mrs. Wodehouse became
alarmed and interrupted her husband
In hie study on# day with: "Deer, you
must go to war.” Wodehouse looked
over the schedule of work on his desk
and said: "All right, darling. I can
give them two weeks in August."
Rhe appeared conscious of ravishing
glances as she stepped out under a
hotel canopy. Her lovely eyes de
irurel.v dropped and a slight surge
of color cams to her peach blow
cheeks. She seemed almost of another
world in her nslve loveliness Her
long car flnelly drew lip and to th#
chauffeur she said- "Where the h»1!
have you been?" Plop Into th# grave
went another Illusion.
ICepyrlghf, 1*14.)
"There is no bridge can span the pit
I ha\ e dug myself. I must go down
into it as cheerfully as God will let
me.”
"Then,” she cried in sudden exalta
tion, "1 will go down with you. At
the last, at least, we shall be to
gether."
“Sow here is midsummer frenzy!"
lie protested, yet there was a tender
ness In ilie very impatience of his
accents. He stroked the golden head
that lay against his shoulder. "How
shall that help me?” he asked her.
‘■Would you embitter my Iasi hour—
rob death of all its glory? Nay.
Rosamund, you ran serve me better
far my living. Return to England,
and publish there tlie truth of what
you have learned. Be yours the task
of clearing my honor of this stain
upon it, proclaiming the truth of
what drove me to the infamy of he
coming a renegade and a corsair.” He
started from her. "Hark! What s
that?"
From without had come a sudden
cry. "Afoot! To arms! To arms! Hola!
Balak! Balak!"
"It is the hour,” he said, and turn
ing from her suddenly sprang to the
entrance and plucked aside the cur
tain.
CHAPTER XXII.
The Surrender.
Up the gangway between the lines
of slumbering slaves came a quick
patter of feet. Ali. who since sun
set had been replacing Larocque on
the heights, sprang suddenly upon the
poop still shouting. *
"Captain! Captain! My lord! Afoot!
Uf>! or we are taken!"
Throughout the vessel's length
came the rustle and stir of waking
men. A voice clamored somewhere
on the forecastle. Then the flap of
the awning was suddenly whisked
aside and Asad himself appeared with
Marzak at his elbow.
Front tlie starboard side as sudden
ly came Blskaine and Othmanl, and
from the waist Yigitello, Jasper—that
latest renegade—and a group of
alarmed corsairs.
"What now?” quoth the Basha.
Ali delivered his message breath
iessly. “The galleon has weighed an
chor. She is moving out of the hay.”
Asad clutched his beard, and
scowled. "Now what may that por
tend? Can knowledge of our pres
ence have reached them?”
"Why else should she move from
her anchorage thus in the dead of
night?” said Btskatne.
“Why else, indeed?” returned Asad,
and then he swung upon Oliver stand
ing there in the entrance of the poop
house. "What sayest thou, Sakr-el
Bahr?” he appealed to him.
Sakr-el Bahr stepped forward^
shrugging. "What is there to say.
What is there to do?” he asked. "We
can but wait. If our presence is
known to them we are finely trapped,
and there's an end to all of us this
night.”
His voice was rool as ice, contemp
tuous almost’, and whilst it struck
anxiety .into more than one it awoke
terror in Marzak.
"May thy bones rot, thou 111
omened prophet!" he screamed, and
would have added more but that Sakr
el-Bahr silenced him.
"What is written is written!" said
he in a voice of thunder and reproof.
“Indeed. indeed," Asad agreed,
grasping at the fatalist's consolation
"If we are ripe for the gardener's
hand, the gardener will pluck us."
Less fatalistic and more practical
was the counsel of Blskaine. "It were
well to act upon the assumption that
we are indeed discovered, and make
for the open sea while yet there may
be time."
"But that were to make certain
what is Still doubtful." broke In Mar
zak, fearful ever. “It were to run to
meet the danger.”
"Not ao!" cried Asad in a loud con
fident voire. "The praise to Allah who
sent us this calm night. There ts
scarce a breath of wind. We can
row ten leagues while they are sail
ing one.”
A murmur of quick approval sped
through the ranks of officers and
men.
"Let us but win safety from thia
cove and they will never overtake
us," announced Bisbalne.
"But their guns may,” Sakr-el
Bahr quietly reminded them to damp
their confidence. His own alert mind
had already foreseen this one rhanee
of escaping from the trap, hut he had
hoped that it would not be quite ao
obvious to the others.
"That risk we must take." replied
Asad. "We must trust to the night
To linger here is to await certain de
struction." He swung briskly about to
issue his orders. “Ali. summon the
steersmen. Hasten! Yigitello. set your
whips about the slaves, and rouse
them.” Then as the shrill whistle of
the boatswain rang out and the
whips of his mates went hissing snd
cracking about the shoulders of the
already half awakened slaves, to
mingle with all the rest of the stir
and hustle aboard the galeasse. the
Basha turned once more to Biskain»
"Up thou to the prow," lie command
ed. "and marshal the men. Bid them
stand to their arms lest tt should
come to hoarding Go!" Riskaina ss I
laamed and spraing down the com
panion. Above the rumbling din anil
scurry Ing toil of preparation rang
Asad's voice. "Crossbowmen, aloft!
Gunners to the carronades! Kindle
your linstocks. Put out all lights'."
An Instant later the cressets on
the pooprail were extinguished, as
was the lantern swinging from the
rail, and even the lamp in the poon
house which was Invaded by one of
the Kasha's officers for that purpose.
The lantern hanging from the mast
alone was spared against emergen
cies; but it was taken down, placed
upon the deck and muffled.
Thus was the galeasse plunged Into
a darkness that for some moments
was black and impenetrable as vet
vet. Then slowly, as the eyes became
accustomed to it. this gloom was
gradually relieved. Once more men
hnil objects began to take shape In
the faint, steely radiance of the sum
mer night.
After the excitement of that first
stir the, corsairs went about then
tasks with amazing calm and silence.
None thought now of reproaching the
Basha or Sakr-e! Rahr with having de
layed until the moment of peril to
take the course which all of therrf had
demanded should be taken when first
they had heard of the neighborhood
of that hostile ship. In lines three
deep they stood ranged along the
t tuple fighting platform of the prow:
in the foremost line were the archers,
behind them stood the swordsmen
their weapons gleaming lividly in the
darkness.
Asad stood at the head of the com
panion, issuing his sharp brief com
mands. and Sakr el Rahr, behind him.
leaning against the timbers nf the
poop-house with Rosamund at hie side,
observed that the Basha had studl
ously avoided entrusting any of this
work of preparation to himself.
The steersmen climbed to their
niches, and the huge steering oars
creaked as they were swung out
Came a short word of command from
Asad and a atlr ran through the
ranks of slaves, as they threw for
ward their weight to bring the oar*
to the level. Thu* a moment, then
a second word, the premonitory era* k
of r whip in the darkness of the
gangway, and the tomtom began to
beat the time. The slaves heaved,
and with a creak and splash of oars
the great galeasse skimmed forward
towards the mouth of the coxe.
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